Teen Titans; ReBeL Yell – If I had Stayed a Renegade -
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King of Thieves
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To the West lay a capital known as the City State of Jump; a country of the richest waters and to her, there were those to protect it.
Knights, Warriors, Witches and Ladies of Valor;
White Knight Sir Robin of The Good Dark Knight's Legacy of Gotham.
Lady and Warrior Princess in exile, Princess second in line, Koriand'r of the realm of X'al.
A royal inventor's son, Sir Lord Stonewallis of Jump.
Sir Gar of the Changeling Clan, a fae being with a destined lineage indebted to the kingdom of Sakutia. (Using this as his birthright.)
Ravenna the Wicked; a servant to the realms of Azar, a demi - god of prophecy and as a mystic, she could not however predict what was to drive a wedge between she and her fellow allies.
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A war and threat was made to the proud City State of Jump, the price?
The entirety of the knights, disbanded and the sacrifice of their leader handed over to a warlord. A king of a dozen thieves of such diabolical acts.
For he was well to know Sir Robin from the man's youth. He too wished for nothing but a legacy to leave behind, even if it meant stealing another's in plain sight.
And so, Sir Robin was taken away, the Knights of Valor were left to scatter and return to their respected villages and birth places as there was no more, of the Jump that they had known again.
Only the crooked one that lurked in woods now surrounding their fortress, over taken and bound by a curse whilst their leader…
Knew now to draw blood...
He was no knight to they; he was in fact…
A traitor to them all and to what he had once stood for.
Yet, was this true then? Had the Dark Knight of Gotham even forsaken his own brood to a much greater power amidst the shadows of doubt?
Was Sir Robin no more, or had he chosen to do what was just and have the monster king spare his allies – now that they could never return.
And what of the seer, Ravenna? Had she not already discovered the answer to this puzzle; had she in fact learned of the ruse that was, Renegade; the Emboldened Slayer of Demi – Gods…
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Steps of armored execution rang out, swinging doors led him there to the chambers of a tyrannical master.
A bleeding skull in hand, the other, a bloodied blade as both objects were presented before the king.
"The one known as the Red Archer hath been defeated, liege." The assassin knelt low with his eyes to the stone of his master's keep. "I have done only this to please you, and have thought nothing more of it for myself."
"Well done, my apprentice." The king in his regalia of copper and dark plated armor smirked from his seat. As this city's new king, he had even beaten Lord Wayne of Gotham at his own game. He had won a far greater prize as his flitting swallow of a protégé only dove in for the kill. A falcon on his arm, blinded until it was time to be set free into the sun.
"You have surpassed even your Lord to the East Duchy of the kingdom of Gotham, wheras your brother Timothy the Wise hath taken to your role now, beside the king of that capital…He may one day come to have you stand trial for your crimes…" The man paused. "What then, shalst you do, my faithful protégé?"
The younger man below looked up, blue eyes forgetting that his hands were layered with the omen of death upon them. Every finger, every lesson to have him forget his training, as his days of being a noble knight had since been corrupted. He could not return, and nor should he ever try to overthrow such a figure of absolute greed that stood before him. Not all alone. (TT 2003 Haunted.)
Making him think any better of himself…what filth was this that he now bathed; what was his purpose if not to die atop a pyre!
"The gods hath granted me the power to vanquish thy foes and to continue thine reign, throughst ye. We cannot sully thine power, for tis a blessing. You are to use that sword and you WILL continue to aid in our conquest until the day ye shan't be allowed to longer carry that blade. Nay. Yet, a crown of your very own atop that glorious skull, my boy."
The man seemed touched, as if this relationship was nothing more than a means to control, yet to be king…he could undo the great horrors that the king previously had, decided upon. Swallowing, the assassin and apprentice at the base of the throne's many steps only obliged to the decision made for him by his keeper.
"It would be an honor indeed to wear your colors into battle; to carry your flag wherever the roads may be paved along for us." He let the man know of his thanks, even if it was too fragile. So easy to destroy, if not to build unto for decades to come. (From 2003 masks and apprentice pt 1.)
"Ye then shals't go after this… rebel leader. This one thorn in my side was stationed to pull us out of hiding, dear apprentice."
The king was granted a scroll paper and on it, with a painting of a dazzling royal with red hair and green emerald eyes. She did not look at all mortal, and by far…Sir Renegade had reason to believe that he knew of such a creature from his time since left to be as it was. As a prisoner of a king, a forced student with the makings now of a known mercenary in future trials.
"Ye must be certain to not allow her to rise again, seduction would be best for she carries a weak heart…now, go. Begone, and bring again news that the rebel forces will not usurp thine rule."
"As you command, Sire." The Emboldened Renegade stood to leave with his heart already pounding.
It was her…He left and then his breath came in short gasps, only once the king could not spot the knight's shimmering tears already dressing his stained cheeks. The blood had made them look sickly. For decades longer, he would fight his betrayal. He'd show his brothers the true right belonged to no other.
"She has then, come back…to where? Ah, by the gods… Why?"
He bit back a sigh and continued down the corridor, tears fading as his practical self knew that he could not try it. To defy this king before his time, would lead to the fall of Jump, the will of its people already broken. And none would rise to salvage what was left, because Renegade would allow for no one else to overthrow that king of rotten thieves.
None but he should have blood on their hands, the blood of thine enemies was just as such as the protégé plotted his revenge. Starting with winning the sympathies of the knights of valor.
It was time to take back their kingdom, he thought. It was time to die, loyal and true for the good citizens of Jump.
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